[P] [M] The frail will fall below
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322 words. Marked mature mostly so Clover can swear as much as she wants.

A yowl echoed in the willowwacks, and Clover—recognizing the voice and the pain strangling its tone—bayed and began to run toward the borders. She recognized a few other voices, and growls when she drew nearer, but she only had eyes for the dark coyote who limped forward, bleeding from a nasty wound in his neck.

“Conrad!” she yelped, and ran for him.

“Ain’t as bad as it looks, sweetheart,” he teased her, but he looked dazed, and whimpered when he turned his head to look at the other coyotes.

Clover recognized the stout Bayard and red-coated Aether chasing into the woods—likely to track down whoever had hurt the soldier, and hurt them if they caught them. She itched to join them, to deal wounds that were as bad as they looked on the brutes that would attack her clanmate, but the scent of blood weakened her will. She frowned.

“Come on,” she said, and scooped him up in her arms. He winced but did not protest, only inflicted a particularly flirtatious look on her that made her threaten to finish the wolf’s job.

When she reached the Hospital House, blood was smeared on her white chest and Conrad looked even woozier, but when she barged into one of the patient rooms and prodded at his wound, she found that it was clotting normally. “Harosheth!” she called, but there wasn’t an answer. She reached for the bowl of water kept nearby and poured it into the wound to wash out dirt, then looked up, frowning. “Harosheth!”

The medic wasn’t anywhere to be found in her usual place, and Conrad had shut his eyes, though his breathing was steadied if deep. She stuck her head out of the building—and, thankfully, found just the other woman she needed.

“Fang, get the fuck in here now. Conrad’s hurt and I don’t remember what to do.”
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ooc: *Goes without a table to increase posting speed. Adds table later..*

She could feel the sun beating down on her face, just barely catching against her hands. It was warm, despite the chill of winter's touch that edged over the land like a snow, merciless snake, curling around each and every creature and structure as if it owned the land itself. Blue eyes shielded themselves the best they could as they closed and she moved to brush short, unruly hair from her face.

Harosheth had left an hour or two before to gather herbs. In the winter, it was harder to find the ones that grew beneath the snow or even on the trees. Many animals sought them out, not just the coyotes of Inferni but also the birds, the venison, the other smaller creatures that used them as nourishment when food was scarce and it was certainly scarce this time of the year, especially with the noise that often found its way through Inferni's lands.

Fang was sitting inside one of the patient rooms when Clover called out, resting since she had not gotten much sleep as of late with the insistent pursuit of Elva. While certainly not known for keeping her distance, the girl had made a note to give Fang some personal time when she was working though even then, she made a habit of coming to visit unless something else caught her attention, something shiny or something to do with the ravens or fire. The girl was tiring and the only way she managed to get rid of her for a moment was to set her on Diego's path since Diego was often playing around with fire.

The noise was of light annoyance to the woman who had just closed her eyes, her hand resting over her brow to block out the sun from the window cutout but she rose nonetheless when she heard Conrad's name. It was her duty to take care of an injured coyote and Conrad was just as important as others, if not more since he was often needed more than most for his fighting ability and as a scout.

She moved deftly toward the sound of Clover's voice, pausing at the sight of blood spotting the other woman. "What happened?" she asked before moving quickly toward the injured coyote, eyes scanning over him, hands reaching out to observantly take note of his wounds.
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It took too long for Fang to respond, though the Sanitas could have teleported at light speed and Clover still would have thought she was taking too long. She rushed back to Conrad's side and began to dab at the edges of the wound with a wet rag, revealing shiny pink flesh under the dirt and blood, and looked up at the older medic.

The fuck d'you think, he got attacked! the Outsider snapped, unable to hold her tongue.

Conrad sighed and turned his head to allow Fang a better look at the wound. Goddamn wolf ripped into it, he said. Blessin' that it ain't gone deeper. And it was true enough; he was close to having jugular or windpipe torn. The thought rushed over Clover like a sickly wave of clammy cold beneath her fur, and she abruptly sat down on the floor beside the cot, dropping her head into her hands. It was one thing to fight with all the power of adrenaline, to experience the gore when you were causing it in defense of your clan, but this—

One of them had said something while her ears whistled. She grimaced. Sorry. Damn it. What do I need to do?

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She never did understand the problem between a few of the coyotes here and the dogs that had come to settle within Inferni. She personally had no problem with them, back at home or here, though the woman that stood before her was probably an exception to that at this precise moment in time. While she may not have been as fast as Clover might have wanted, and Clover was probably stressed and tired over the uphill struggle of the war on Inferni's healing faction, she still saw no need in objecting those who could either do you harm or heal you to snapped words or quickly shouted insults.

She felt her lip curl slightly at the dog's quick quip at her though she said nothing in response for Conrad was speaking to her and he was the real patient here, not the panicked one helping him. A quick look over the wound gave her a quick assessment of the injuries dealt.

Quiet and quickly, Fang moved on her own accord to grab a thread and one of the bone needles close by, a quick glance offered to Clover when she suddenly came through after sitting on the floor beside Conrad. "Why don't you calm yourself? You're no use being in such a jumbled state," Fang warned. "If you need something to do, you can prepare some herbs. We'll need to stave any infection." She took up a spot beside Conrad on the other side, reaching for a rag and the water herself to help clean at the wound. It was bad. Not life endangering but still dangerous.

An inch or two closer and the coyote would have been in danger for his life. The thought brought a frown to her lips before she heard Conrad shuffle beneath her. "Do you need anything for pain?" she asked. Of course he probably did, though she preferred to keep some form of comfort with the canine beneath her touches.

Her gaze cut to Clover. "You did good getting him here in time. You probably saved him."
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